I love those dear hearts and gentle people
Who lived in my home town
Because those dear hearts and gentle people
Will never ever let you down
They eat  malai and  mamaliga,
That’s how their  weekend goes
And when there is no  more  mamaliga,
They eat the  picket fence and ramblin’ rose
I feel so welcome each time that I return ,
They ask me if I brought some flour ,
I love the dear hearts and gentle people
Who eat the mamaliga every hour.
I feel so welcome each time that I return
That my happy heart keeps laughin’ like a clown
I love the dear hearts and gentle people
Who live and love in my home town

Hardy